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Qiao Yanran dug out a pink dress that had been out of fashion for a long time from her closet and threw it directly on the bed.
She glanced at Mo Ling.
Mo Ling: "???"
Qiao Yanran looked at Mo Ling who was still stunned, lowered her voice and said, "What are you still doing? Go and change clothes quickly."
She directly stuffed the clothes into his arms.
Mo Ling hugged her clothes.
After unfolding it and making gestures on his body, he took off his black night clothes and quickly put on this pink dress.
Mo Ling is tall, and this dress was owned by the original owner a few years ago, so he barely managed to put it on, not to mention it was tight and a lot too short.
Long sleeves directly transform into three-quarter sleeves.
Qiao Yanran looked at Mo Ling, who was wearing a pink dress, looked up and down, and finally nodded with satisfaction.
She has long wanted to wear his women's clothes.
But in the previous plane, this idea has never been realized, which is very regrettable.
Small fish balls: [¡¡]
What a strange habit.
¡°Is Qiaoqiao¡¯s hobby just to ruin his father?
"Miss, are you okay, Miss? I'm coming in!" Qing Xing's shout sounded outside the door again.
There¡¯s not enough time.
Qiao Yanran directly grabbed Mo Ling's wrist, brought him to the dressing mirror, and quickly combed his hair like a maid's hair.
She opened the bottles and jars on the table and quickly loaded them for him.
Qiao Yanran¡¯s makeup skills are quite impressive.
?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? transformation look, makeup, makeup can easily look dirty, but it's night time, so the impact is not big.
Mo Ling looked in the mirror and saw a figure with thick paste on his face, his brows furrowed.
There is no trace of his original appearance at all. He is just like a prostitute or a girl in a brothel, and he is the cheapest one.
"Not bad."
Qiao Yanran nodded, quite satisfied.
"Squeak¡ª¡ª"
The room door was pushed open.
Qiao Yanran, with quick eyes and quick hands, directly pulled Mo Ling up from the bench and sat on it. She glanced at Mo Ling and scolded: "Hurry up and comb your hair, what are you doing in a daze? Why, I have to teach you personally." Can't?
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? Clumsy. "
She had just taken a shower and her hair was disheveled.
Mo Ling naturally knew that she was speaking to the people outside, so she took the wooden comb from the table and helped her comb her hair clumsily.
Usually, he holds a knife in his hand.
"It's the first time in history that we comb someone's hair."
"Miss, who is this?" Chun Xing saw the tall and big maid in the room, and the alarm bell rang in her heart, so she asked Qiao Yanran.
Qiao Yanran: ""
She wanted to laugh a little when she saw Chun Xing acting like she was trying to catch the mistress.
"Oh, he is Xia Li, the maid I just took in. When I was on the roadside two days ago, I saw that she was going to sell her body to bury her father, so I gave her burial money.
I didn¡¯t take it seriously at the time. I didn¡¯t expect that he would come here today after burying his adoptive father. "
Qiao Yanran made random remarks.
"oh."
Chun Xing nodded and looked at Mo Ling with a hint of sympathy.
but¡ª¡ª
Why haven¡¯t you heard the lady mention this matter in the past two days?
Chun Xing suddenly clapped her hands and said, "Look at my memory, Miss, the guard just came to report that a little thief was coming to the backyard.
Are you okay? "
"I'm fine."
Qiao Yanran covered her lips, with some physiological tears gathering in her eyes, and waved her hand, "Okay, you go down, I'm a little sleepy, I need to rest." (Remember this site's website address: www.hlnovel.com